What with my first assignments now under my belt, I was in a frantic almost giddy mood deciding on which one I should complete next. Still really trying to get the easy ones out of the way I thought no.9 Draw a constellation from someone's freckles would be an easy one to strike off so here it is.


Not really much else I can say about this except if you want to take part in this exhibition yourself, don't do the dishes before you have taken the picture or an unfortunate smudge may happen, which was my ingenious idea.

The next one I completed I felt was more associated with what the exhibition is trying to achieve as a whole, no.11 Photograph a scar and write about it.

Now this one was the first I had to really think about. Not because of my lack of scars, I have so many I could literally have my own photo exhibition of them all, it was more a case of which one to choose. I’ve got everything from the small, like where my brother accidentally stabbed me with a letter opener, to a huge one across my head where my other brother, again accidentally, hit me full swing with a baseball bat.

Looking on the website where other people have sent in their photos, they range from the typical ones that you got when you were younger and barely remember now, to the falling over when drunk scars.

But every now and again you saw someone with horrific burns, surgery scars and even a few self harmers who are happy to point out their problems are now behind them. It is these ones that really make me think about my own scars and how each one of them is a different mini story, and it’s the same for pretty much every single person. If you want a fun game to play to see what I mean, just shout out 'lets compare scars!' next time you're at the pub with your friends, just to see what stories you do get. With this in mind here is my photo and my story.

In January of 2007 I woke up on a Sunday morning with a slight pain in my chest and struggling to breathe. As the morning went on the pain and my ability to breathe continued to worsen to the point of agony/fainting. It is at this point my Mum drove my to A+E and it was there I found out I suffered a spontaneous pneumothorax; basically my right lung had collapsed. The doctors inserted a chest drain, basically a plastic tube into my chest to drain the air, which is why they kind of look like knife wounds. They removed that when they thought my lung had healed, but when x rays showed otherwise a second one placed back in straight away followed by a third after my surgery to fully correct my lung. I also have a similar one on my left hand side after a suffered another pneumothorax last year, only not so spontaneous this time.

Now I know you’re thinking two things by now, firstly 'woah, no one wants to see pictures of you with your top off' and for that I can only apologise. Secondly you will be thinking 'crikey, this has gone a bit morbid hasn't it?" Well not really, ask me what my favourite scars and these three beauties are the answer and I get asked about them constantly. So for me this is really my version of 'I fell off a diving board in Mallorca when I was eight' and is nothing on some of the scars you can witness on the website.